Fair to Midland - Abigail Lyrics

If there's a nurse that takes your ears in rations,
Sets a plate to feed the stifled steel.
If there's a nurse that feeds your germ-soaked dinners,
On a tray of bones and orange peels.

For yourself, you'd crash a seret word.
For some love, you'd fall to break your neck.
For yourself, you'd crash a seret word.
For some love, you'd fall to break your neck.

For yourself
For yourself.
For yourself.

For some love, you'd fall to break your neck (For yourself).
For yourself, you'd crash a secret word. (For yourself).